Tomorrow you will live, you always cry; <br />In what fair country does this morrow lie, <br />That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive? <br />Beyond the Indies does this morrow live? <br />'Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear <br />'Twill be both very old and very dear. <br />'Tomorrow I will live,' the fool does say; <br />Today itself's too late -- the wise lived yesterday.<br /><br />Marcus Valerius Martialis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/procrastination/
